I’ve heard some cack albums this year, but with a flourish, Dimmu Borgir have swept in to blow them all away.
I can’t remember when this band were last relevant – a very long time ago – but even at that I’m surprised at the absolute lack of musical nous on here.
The only time this album has a clue what it is is when it reaches high camp. Only at that point is it certain.
For the rest it is an absolute train wreck of mashed up riffing, artless choral pomp, mind bendingly vacuous structuring (this is the definition of cut and paste), and impossible to like ‘songs’ shot through with weird plinky-plonk keyboards of the Burzum prison era.
All of that is when they’re not ripping off Satyricon.
And then the strangest thing: they suddenly decide they want to be the Sisters Of Mercy for ‘Interdimensional Summit’. The result is of course an embarrassed facepalm.
I have no idea how an album like this is composed and recorded – by machine, was my first instinct – but all you really need to know is to stay very, very clear of it.
It’s an absolute disaster from a band that have absolutely lost all musical sense.
0 / 5 – Earl Grey ::: 31/07/18